Writing Prompt

Richie stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with the kind of fear only a man who's just stepped on a conversational landmine understands. Donna, hands on hips, glared at him with the intensity of a thousand suns. “Well, I’ll definitely know better than to ever ask for your opinion again! “ She hissed, red faced, as she angrily tugged off her new blue jeans.

"Donna, babe, I didn't mean chunky like ...

Nancy found herself in a rather peculiar predicament. She had been crushing on Luke for what felt like an eternity, and today was the day she had finally mustered up the courage to express her feelings. However, fate had a different plan in mind.

As she walked up to Luke, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind suddenly turned into a jumbled mess of words. Every time she tried to speak, her tho...

Words don’t come to me in real life

I falter, I stumble

I think of what could have been said

The shampoo bottles will tell you

Words aren’t easy for me in real life

I can’t say a full sentence

Multiple clauses

Proper old English

Words evade me in real life

I stay quiet while you wait

Tick, tock

Expectant

Words are evil in real life

They scratch and tear

I can’t seem to filter out

All that bad...

here’s some news…

i am suffering a MAJOR book hangover. but it’s not from just one book…

- anna and the french kiss (etienne st. clair has my freaking heart in his hand)

- the summer of broken rules (this book was heartbreaking and flawless)

- empire of storms (rowan whitethorn might just be the sexiest thing EVER)

… so yeah.

you could say i’m suffering from multiple hiraeth’s…

look it up 😉...

It started in the morning.

I awoke with this sinking feeling,

Limbs sapped from strength,

Mind empty of energy,

But I got up.

Because I have to.

Because there’s no option not to.

By the time the bus came to school,

My asthma had decided to seize my lungs,

Leaving me breathing in whistle tones.

I don’t like the way my pumps

Make me feel

All jittery,

like my skin is crawling

Trying to separate it...

“HILDY GIMBERG,” I spluttered. A burst of nervous laughter erupted from the judgmental, bored seventh graders around me. I swallowed and blinked back tears.

“Excuse you?” Said the history teacher, clearly losing patience. She sighed, pushed up her glasses, and reprimanded, “This isn’t a joke. This is your fourth quarter presentation on the Cherokee tribe. The PowerPoint is obviously well done. D...

What’s the word

Lepeop no lepeop suddenly there is a room full of lepeop

between Mandy and me

Where at the what’s the word

the sick people place

yes I remember the headache not a headache

my arms, my legs heavy why so heavy

I remember the red flashing lights on the bambulance

I remember joking with the paramedics

I knew one of the paramedic from my kid’s Little League

it’s the flu, just a really ...

Every word carries behind it intent

Intent to reach out

Intent to be understood

Intent to connect

But I’m choking on the transparency

Transparency is being seen

Transparency is being understood

Transparency is being vulnerable

The desperation to be heard and yet safe

Loving freely is not safe

Telling plainly is not safe

Reciprocation is a chance not a right

So I choke on my words

So I remain quie...

Into class they file slowly

Toe to toe as she surveys

From her place above them all

She grins over the blank parade

“Plea—“

At her right hand slick white sheets

Are covered up by filmy black

She paces back and forth

Listening to the pencils clack

“Please hel—“

The heads of all I cared about

Are drowning in a pulpy sea

Of ruler lines and equations

As she lays the laws of chemistry

“I need hel—...

“Danny will you be my Valentine? No.”

“Hey I was wondering, did you want to be my Valentine? No.”

“Are you doing anything on Valentine’s Day?”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Danny what the Hell! You made me jump out of my skin!”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine.”

“Are you sure? You don’t sound fine, what’s got your goat?”

“Nothing, everything is fine.”

“Okayyyy… right well I’ll see you la...